Survivor To Survivor

SittingStaring into your eyes…Open your soul wideTouch you, inside beyond the facadeOf caring and instituted lawsYour imagination roarsWild and free to be at one with me

It’s too personal you seeThis intimate space still feels Too public for the strangelyFamiliar intimacyVerbOngoing

I blush at the Brashness of this invisible Intimate touch

I laugh and jokeMentally, I am prisoner of egoErgoI work to escape You seem to have a hold of me

Watch it

As I feel I am about to unleash VerballyEverythingThese windows of mineHave betrayedMy mind’s speech

Want to let go And act upon a morePrimal hungerDeep withinI want to soak theEnds of your mind’s eyeWith every word IDareTo SpeakGive up All of my knowledgeAs a giftYour’s to keepAs if I need to share itAs if it’s going extinct

I want to kiss away the drapesYou use to block off thoseCobb Webbed woundsYou refuse to seek and air outTo healUsing only language InnateTo me.

I don’t even want toMove and let my fingersCaressBecause it Could notEven match the Sensation of When ourIris’ meet…